Soft cries the tears,
Across the eyes filled with sorrows,
Glistening in the corner
Till running
Down the
Cheek.

Soft sobs of fears,
Against the skies of tomorrows,
Choking away temper,
And going
Down the
Week.

Weak,
Distraught
Keep going
Forget about anger
That are lost in yesterdays,
Dreams can steer.